Getting braver I i slid a hand down under her tee shirt, gently caressing her side , the moans encouraged me to go higher , hand on a girls bra for th... first time, my thumb gently rubbing her nipple through the thin material , I could feel it rising , I starting kissing her neck and ears ,I thought she was loving it , but she gently pushed me away , my heart sank , but then she started lifting her shirt up and over her head , smiling at me reached around to unclip her white just about see. ‘I’m sorry, Sir, I don’t see anyone on Sundays.’ He stood there a brief moment, then with slouched shoulders he started to turn away. Hesitating, he turned back, stuttering, ‘It’s just, well, Madam, my Martha has been dead for these years and I … well, the loneliness weighs so heavily on me. I just wanted to talk to a woman. I’m sorry, I’ll not bother you.’ He turned and walked up the lane, his pain showing in his slow, stumbling walk. ‘Just a minute, Sir. I … well, I was just ready to eat. ”The man asked, “You have any plans for the day?”“Just lunch with my boss and then an hour at his apartment for dessert. Don’t know what might ‘pop-up’ during the rest of the day. Hubby will probably want another piece at bedtime.”“He just can’t tell that you’ve been fucking, can he?”She smiled, “No. He thinks I’m his virgin bride even though you and I spent the night before the wedding screwing our brains out. At least somebody thinks I’m virtuous.”He laughed, “I’d never want you to be that!. “Wow Phil! Where did you find this hottie? She looks familiar.”“Guys, this is Emma Watson. Emma, these two are Nick and James: two of my fellow football players.” Phillip said.“Hello Nick and James. Are you two as repressed as Phillip?” Emma asked.“We’re anything but repressed! Are you looking for a good time tonight?” asked Nick. Nick was even larger than Phillip and very black.“Well, Phillip has me all worked up, but can’t seem to work up the courage to finish me off. I wouldn’t mind being in.